http://slow.writerscafe.org/DakotaTrent The original writings of author Dakota en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023804 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The only thought in his head when his boots touched theground had been getting to her. He sat and watched the other Marines revel inthe feel of being back stateside the entire stomach clenching bus ride from thetarmac to the company offices. He had to find her, to feel her wrapped in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaTrent/1266388/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaTrent/1055050/ "You don't really have to do all this!" Missy realized she'd been insisting this since the three of them had walked into the building that had been labeled "Exchange". The two men eyeballed her waist when she wouldn't tell them her size, and loaded down a cart full of clothes appropriate for the fir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaTrent/985448/ "Hey! When am I getting out of here? 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